Once I am right, I will really write.
Maybe I am writing now.
I am ill with a lie told as truth
and a truth that I wish was a lie.
And me, a woman who rarely asks, “Why?”
is asking, “Why?” Continue reading “Writing Right, Righting the Wrong”
Once I am right, I will really write.
Maybe I am writing now.
I am ill with a lie told as truth
and a truth that I wish was a lie.
And me, a woman who rarely asks, “Why?”
is asking, “Why?” Continue reading “Writing Right, Righting the Wrong”
Throughout most days, I find myself happiest when I feel like a kid playing in the sandbox with my friends. I often feel this way at work.
Sometimes, I get sad because I usually like to build BIG sandcastles and share my shovel and pail with everyone. Others don’t always want to build and share like I do. If I’ve had enough sleep and a good meal before I play in the sandbox, I tend to move right through these conflicts. If I am hangry, I periodically feel like throwing sand and stomping off in a huff because people won’t build and share nicely the way I do. Continue reading “Shards of Glass in the Sandbox”
I’ve had this headache behind my left eye. I get this from time to time and periodically, it becomes more than an annoyance. It doesn’t literally or figuratively impact my vision but puts a physical boundary on how long I work, which I mostly appreciate. (If my Mom is reading this, she’s wondering if it’s a migraine. If my Dad is reading this, he’s thinking I need to go to the eye doctor.) Continue reading “Charity Begins at Home. How is your Staff’s Home?”
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